Hiding My Brilliance From The Obsessive Heir

igital alarm clock. Her body ached. Her joints were stiff

r most professional, albeit worn, navy blazer

loor of the Blue Heart Agency, Kinsley imme

ce room. She had booked this room a week in advance to pr

handle, but the

of the massive table. Amy had spread her designer makeup bags, a cu

ove. "Amy, I have this room reserved for th

ayer of pink lip gloss. She waved a manicured hand dismissively. "I

schedule on the screen. She kept her voice firm but pro

the corner of the room. "God, Kinsley, why are you b

ss wall. He stopped, drawn by the rising volume of th

r iced coffees. The cup tipped sideways, the pale brown liquid flooding across the polished wood and surging directly toward Kinsley's open laptop. She put on a perfect, pouting victim face. "Gor

tablet. He knew Amy's father played g

he supply closet," Gordon ordered blu

. She swallowed the massive, suffocating injustice. She needed t

insley said. He

to the floor, leaving a sticky puddle that no one bothered to clean. She walked out of the

exhausted smile. "Anger is a l

box of printer paper. She opened her laptop. For a brief, terrifying second, her mind flashe

y rejecting the thought. She would nev

lked in, looking deeply apologetic. She hand

dit on the pitch today, Kinsley," Ellen promise

len." Her defensive walls lowered just a

or outside. The sound of Edmon Justice yelling franti

tigate. She left Kinsley a

icking wildly. "The CEO of the Aynor Group is coming up the elevato

yboard. All the blood drained from

ynor

avily tied to the Montgomery empire. Julian

top into her bag. She intended to run to the HR office

d out of t

He physically blocked her path. "Nobody moves! Every single

icle. Her stomach twisted into violent knots as she stared

he sound echoed across the si

en. Julian Montgomery s